Part-175

  Despite the danger, James and his friends pressed on. They khat they had to front Arad, no matter the cost. They had to stop him and his gang from tinuing their harmful activities.

  When they finally reached the agreed-upoing spot, they found Arad standing on a rooftop, surrounded by a group of his men. He was looking down at them, a smirk pying on his lips.

  "Well, well, well," he said, his voice eg through the narrow streets. "Look who decided to show up."

  James and his friends exged ghey khey were walking into a trap, but they were determio front Arad.

  "We're here to talk," James said, his voice calm and steady.

  Arad chuckled. "Oh, is that so?" he said mogly. "I figured you were here to fight. Only middle-css housewives bicker and argue—real men don't waste words, they settle things with their fists."

  James khat Arad ying mind games. He was trying to get them to lose their cool. But James was determined not to fall for his tricks.

  "We're here to talk," he repeated, his voice firm. "We want to end the violence."

  Arad's expression fake surprise. "Is that so?" he asked. "Well, let's talk then."

  He motioned for his men to step aside, and he desded the stairs to meet James and his friends.

  As they approached each other, a tense silence fell over the crowd. Everyone khat a frontation was immi.

  "What do you want to talk about?" Arad asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

  James took a deep breath. "We want to stop the violence," he said. "We want to end the scams."

  Arad ughed. "o repeat yourself like some game NPC, I heard you the first time. So, tell me—how exactly do you pn to pull that off?" he asked with a smirk.

  "We have our ways," James replied, his voice filled with determination.

  Arad nodded with a smirk. "You really do sound like an NPC, huh? Well, good luck with that," he said. "But don't think I'll just sit around a you mess with my business."

  As Arad charged towards them, James reized the signifit gap in strength between them. Arad was a formidable oppo, his body a well-tuned mae of muscle and bone. His eyes were sharp, his movements precise, and his fighting style was brutal and effit. He was a natural-born fighter, honed by days of experiend tless battles. James, oher hand, was a skilled martial artist, but he was still a teenager. He had the raw talent and potential, but he cked the experiend the hardened resolve of a seasoned fighter.

  However, if he, Ryan, and Sourov fought together, they might have a real ce. The bigger question was whether the rest of the Judo club could handle Arad's group.

  Despite the odds, James was determio face Arad. He khat if he could defeat the leader of the gang, the rest would crumble. With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his stance wide and stable. He prepared himself for the impending csh.